A friend of mine has a theory that everyone is either an Italy person or a Spain person (while I love Spain, I’m definitely in the first camp). I’m about to turn that theory on its head though – EVERYONE is a Portugal person. You heard it here first – you absolutely must visit Portugal. Go early, go often, go before the unwashed masses catch on and start booking flights.
I could walk around for days looking at the pretty architecture. This is one of the few cities as colorful as I am (literally and figuratively).
Lisbon is also home to one of the prettiest churches in Europe, Igreja de Sao Roque. This is made out of actual gold:
Walking these hills makes one hungry. Fortunately I found myself at the Mercado da Ribeira on my first try! It’s a huge market with two big rooms separated by a hallway filled with flower vendors. On one side is fresh fish and produce for sale, and on the other is a bunch of tables with restaurants surrounding the perimeter. I stopped at a station offering a chef’s tasting menu for lunch. This was my favorite part of the day, particularly because this place only features four and five star chefs.
I was excited to see what was on the menu (salt cod with creamy rice), because when you’re in Portugal, you have to eat fish. It was delicious (and a lovely change of pace from British food). Hold onto your seats – I also ate the lemon berry cheesecake mousse that was for dessert. The total bill for this meal, including 2 glasses of vinho verde, was a whopping 12.50 euros.
I wanted to eat my way through the whole market but decided to walk it off instead. I crossed the street and walked along the ocean.
There is a gentleman on the shore who paints rocks with nail polish. It’s pretty impressive, so I salute you, Rock Man.
This brings me to Sidewalk Wine. I hope Evan (my darling brother) is reading this, because he was there for the birthplace of SW while waiting for a train from Trento to Venice:
Turns out Lisbon is one endless opportunity for Sidewalk Wine.
After a week in the U.K. and Ireland, Lisboa was a fun change. I think the best part of the city is that you can just lose yourself wandering around and looking at pretty things. I hope these pictures convinced you to go see for yourself!
After a jam-packed week, it’s back to the US and Colonel Mustard. Because as Dorothy said, “no matter where you go, there’s no place like home.”